My Cup Runneth Over

Refreshing your glass...I live to breathe, to feel, to grow, to allow my mind to escape and find the exceptional.

Let's have a conversation.

Where are you from...Who made you.

Your mother, your father, God.

Who's your family, the Universe. We share the same kin.

What do you love. Money, fame, people, connections, spirits, your neighbor, me.

I love...the color of a rain drop on my nose. The fragrance of the earth when we breathe in. The idea that I may know your intimate thoughts. 

You move me. I live for you.

You ask...

Go find me a country. One with a breeze of freedom and reckless inhibition. I shall...

You ask...

Fetch me a hero. One with a heart of gold but afraid to live. Breakdown that character and embody the spirit. I shall...

My happy balance...located in your overflowing glass. 

"The Service Entrance"

I no longer let love in through the back door. I'm not trying to hide my face pass the kitchen staff in order to be in your presence.

But....It feels like a burst of pure indulgence. The moisture from my top lip. The gentle caressing sensation massaging my mind. That hidden pit of hope that my future is seen through the vision of your lens, as a lover or friend.

TO YOU...

I am but a puppet. A cute little thing of play. But make no mistake....you don't love me. I temporarily signed my soul over to your hidden agenda. I know you're not Judas but you're no Jesus. One would think we are all humans thriving compassionately.

You had your fill, you played with strings, you told me lies.... things.... With a price.

I told you from the beginning...

I'm not ready.

I can't be what you want.

We are all looking for that one, in its own time.

So l slowly grab my purse, hold my head up high as you and the rest watch my back.

The line cook...

The night prep...

The sous chef...

I can feel the wind from the bottom crack of the door. My lifeless body turns the handle to drag these legs out of my own hearse.

I pause at the doorway looking ahead.  I turn slightly left to study the intricate details of the molding. I turn right to admire the masterful wood work in the framing. I look up carving a memory of this moment. The jail you put me in, you will rot... in this decaying scene.

You do not have to repeat! I heard you the first time...."Back door, Love."

The blurred lines of Friendship, Love and Pain.

I revoke your pass from visiting the future me. I may think I need you... but that won't always be.

With Love,
Acting and Apple Pie
aka...Your Favorite Star

Chasing Sunsets

I ran away... no really, I ran away. I let my mind control the now. Not the future and certainly not my past. What would happen in this moment would make me feel alive. And that moment and those feeling will haunt me until the next one.

I hold dear to all I have thus far. But it was in the slow turn of the head, a heavy beating in the heart, the view of familiar feelings in foreign territory. I was ready. To embark on a new adventure no matter what the cost. Finishing thoughts that whispered in her mind. I'll admit I have little to no discipline when it comes to matters of the heart.

Palm trees swaying, the smell of the ocean waves crashing, sand in hair, drink in hand, this moment, this conversation, this feeling under my feet, this band of colors bonded together by invisible tension... everything seem so clear so bright so Alive!

My heart is here but could I convince the rest of me to leave it all. Live my life on an Island and never look back.

I could write

I could watch the rain fall from the leaves

I could plan dinner from my backyard

I could teach children how to sail

I could finish my masterpiece

I could watch all my sunsets from the square

Sunkissed skin and unkept hair would smell like a tropical warm breeze filled in love. Who knew watching sunsets could be a passion.

No need to call... I'll send you a postcard…With Love:)

Acting and Apple Pie